Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for July 22, 2018

Deathmoons are like airplanes. It’s safer to sit in the back.

“Fine Curtis, you can sit in front. Just don’t stick your head out the window – that’s how Andrew depressurized the old Deathmoon.”

I want a window seat and don’t make me sit with the fat stormtrooper. He always hogs the armrest and the complimentary peanuts.

OK, you stand on the running boards with a gun in your hand.

Don’t roll down the window that vents the reactor.

“But for godsake, keep in mind it’s 173 lightyears to the first rest stop.”

and NO! pets.

Shut up! You probably can’t hit anything with a shotgun either. Come to think of it, none of you ever hits anything, ever. Of course, that low-budget armor doesn’t seem to stop anything. Maybe if we tried wearing our underwear on the inside.

BANG!

“Oh, not you again, THX-1138…”

Somebody go back and get a s***t load of spleens!

Anybody else notice that the deathmoon is R2D2 upside down?